G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I´m gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don´t wanna bang wit the best
I´ll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God´s a forgivin´ man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don´t curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I´m that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he´s flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain´t raise no chump, I don´t talk no pocco

[Chorus] :
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga´s lookin for it too
Shit is real ´round here, you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga´s lookin for it too
Shit is real ´round here, you surrounded by crooks

[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, ´stead of hearin´ a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I´m smokin´ niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let´s get it poppin´

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I´m tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you´re temporary like baby teeth
I´m in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin´ out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they´ll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That´s why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don´t even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it´s kinda hard to get homie-sick when there´s blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]